Historical Romance Quotes

How were we so lucky? Two people lost in a world only to find solace and companionship in someone just as fractured as they are. I think destiny has played a hand in our union.

~ K. Webster

Let this moment whisper through eternity. Let it fill my every dream and visit me each night.

~ Rachel L. Demeter

He leaned back. “What, may I ask, is the nature of our business?” She inclined her head. “Just so. It came to my attention earlier today that you had canceled the seventy-fifth annual Christmas Eve ball. I would have called upon you immediately, but I’m afraid a prior engagement tied my hands until this very moment.” He tried to make sense of her words. She was apologizing for not descending upon him more promptly for a meeting he’d never in his wildest dreams anticipated?

~ Erica Ridley

I must remember to be troublesome now and again, else you are going to be impossible to live with. And by what magic did you find the gown and the horse?Scottish fairy magic. His grin widened.Do you mean that fairies are real in Scotland?

~ Shelly Thacker

In America, I appear more simple that I am, because I was completely out of my element. It was my misfortune, not my fault, that I was born in a country which was not congenial to my desires. -1815, in a letter to her father William Patterson

~ Elizabeth Patterson Bonaparte

He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun.

~ Shelly Thacker

At first, I did not tell you any of this because...you were not supposed to mean anything to me. And later... His voice became rough with emotion. Later, I did not tell you because you mean so much to me.

~ Shelly Thacker

He cleared his throat. I wish I could take back what I said. He looked away. I behaved like a thoin aiseal.What does that mean?A donkey's arse.She glanced down at the furs, found herself fighting a smile. And how do you pronounce that? I somehow suspect I may have need of that phrase again.

~ Shelly Thacker

You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France . . . but for yourself.

~ Rachel L. Demeter

He drew her into his arms, gathering her close, and dusted kisses over her cheek, her hair. Wrapped in his embrace, Laurien closed her eyes, murmuring a sigh of exquisite satisfaction. A delightful drowsiness overtook her and she gave in to it, snuggled securely against Darach's chest, lying on a stolen wolf pelt, in the hold on a ship of thieves.

~ Shelly Thacker

She clenched her fists. I believe, milord, that I have endured my full limit of male tyranny. I am afraid, milady, that you will have to become accustomed to it. It is the way of things, here in the world beyond your cloister. He turned her forward and nudged her to continue down the stairs. This world would fall into chaos if women were allowed to do whatever they wished.

~ Shelly Thacker

I do consider it my responsibility to know everything there is to know about anything that could be considered my domain. I believe I am quite adept at the management of people and events.” His green eyes twinkled. “You’ve certainly managed me since the day I was born.” “I was but three years old when you were born,” she protested. “I didn’t start managing you for at least another year.

~ Erica Ridley

Rolling onto his side, he drew her close. Sleep, milady. I will keep you warm tonight, and safe. He pulled the blanket over her, wrapping one arm around her waist as he settled beside her on the furs. And for one night, at least, neither of us will be alone.

~ Shelly Thacker

Let me give you one piece of advice. Do not get between a woman and her cause.

~ Jenny Holiday

It was likely her due, then, that a familiar voice halted her progress just as she started to ascend the staircase. “You’ve certainly turned the afternoon on its head.” Lucas regarded her with a wry smile from the first landing, his thick brown hair blending into an exceptionally large portrait of Gravethorne’s favorite hounds. “How does it feel to be the most notorious debutante in London?”Sparring with Lucas Bellamy held little appeal to her at the moment, but Amy was incapable of letting a jab go unanswered. She gripped the decorative knob on the newel post and lifted her chin. “Slightly inconvenienced yet decidedly more powerful, I think.

~ Rachel Pierson

She lifted her chin and returned his unyielding gaze. Do what you will.His blue eyes darkened to the color of a moonlit sky. You should be careful, milady, about issuing such an invitation.

~ Shelly Thacker

He covered her mouth with his ---and she felt as if she had suddenly been enveloped in a cascade of sparks. The tingling warmth from his touch did not compare to the sensations that whirled through her as his lips moved over hers. It was as if every part of her body had at once become brilliantly alive.His beard was a startling, silky roughness against her skin. His other hand came to rest at her waist, drawing her in tight, and her body seemed to meld to his hard, lean lines, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her thoughts scattered. A sound escaped her, soft and deep, unlike any sound she had ever made in her life.Then his tongue touched her lower lip and she gave a startled little squeak.Her suddenly lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes midnight blue, his voice husky. You have never even been kissed before, leannan. You are as innocent as the day you first set foot in the convent.

~ Shelly Thacker

Warning: Contains a Norman warrior with a thirst for justice, a Welsh rebel princess with second sight and a steady bow hand, magical prophecies, and a plot of royal proportions.

~ Sandra Jones

Lauren closed her eyes, remembering how desperate she had been this morn in Chartres, how she had prayed for divine intervention to stop her wedding.She had never expected that intervention to be riding a black horse and wielding a sword.

~ Shelly Thacker

As I have said, milady, I mean to keep you safe, not harm you. And it is not my habit to force myself on unwilling maidens.Aye, pilgrim? she asked dubiously. Next you will tell me you are as chaste as a monk. She backed toward the door.A grin slowly eased the hard line of his mouth. I did not say that.

~ Shelly Thacker

There is no need to overreact. I’m certain there are worse things that could happen to a young lady than to be denied a voucher to Almack’s.” With a small smile, Amelia Bouchard folded up the letter that had delivered the bad news and tossed it into the fireplace.

~ Rachel Pierson

You've always done as you pleased, Princess. I can't change you, nor do I want to. You're strong, a fighter. And I've never wanted another woman as I want you.

~ Sandra Jones

Just stop, for once, answering my questions with a question. And, incidentally, it's my concern because I care about you.

~ Ayana Prende

Her eyes narrowed with feigned disgust. I cannot walk backwards anymore! I'm too afraid you'll run me into something. He released one of her hands and reached around her, to cup her firm behind. Trust me. I'd never risk hurting your backside.

~ Sandra Jones

His gaze lowered to her breasts, scalding her with the intensity of his stare. At this moment, I'm exceedingly glad I'm no longer a monk.

~ Sandra Jones

He lifted his head, staring into her eyes as if searching for something. Voice ragged, he said, I told you I'm a possessive man, Eleri. I want to keep you, mount you, fill you, but even as I hold you like this... I am still your captive. Have mercy and tell me you'll have me.

~ Sandra Jones

The only death I fear is the one I fell when we're apart.

~ Sandra Jones

To secure his king's trust, his family's future, and perhaps even his own happiness, he needed to convince her he was more than a mercenary -- in fact, a man who would stand by her side.

~ Sandra Jones

A woman must find a husband, otherwise she is at the mercy of the world. If she waits for love and it never arrives, what is to become of her? I consented to Edward's proposal because he wanted me, and it was quite possible no other man would.

~ Ayana Prende

Mon dieu. I cannot leave without tasting your lips once more. She read the question in his hooded gaze. She would not let him leave, of course, but allowing him a kiss seemed a reasonable consolation after saving her life. Especially as she wanted it , too. Longed for it. She put her hand behind his neck, mimicking him, and threaded her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. Take your kiss, my lord.

~ Sandra Jones

What have you to trade for my silence? ... He opened his mouth to beckon the men, but Eleri moved like lightning. With her right arm restrained, she couldn't cut him. However, her weapon of choice caught him completely off-guard. Her lips sealed to his, cutting off his voice in a hard kiss... Bracing his back against the gnarled tree branches, he relaxed for more, but the kiss ended as briskly as it had begun.... Blood surging through his body, Warren grinned and lowered his face over hers. Not the price I had in mind, but...um, shall we see what else you have to offer?

~ Sandra Jones

A woman on the verge of moral downfall ought to be well dressed. Claire's particular transgression was gartered to her thigh, a paper hidden by yards of silk. She walked through the empty alley, confident in one comforting truth: no one dared ask a lady what her skirts concealed...

~ Gina Conkle

Growing up a steward's daughter on the grand Greenwich estate afforded her many opportunities. But life changed one fateful night, a reminder of who and what she was. Since then, she labored hard, building calluses anew on her hands and heart, all in an effort to fall into a deep sleep every night and forget what had happened years ago. Many more years of hard work stretched ahead of her. Why not sip champagne once more? What harm could come of that?

~ Gina Conkle

Mr. Ryland was a riddle to unfold, an attractive one at that. The lone candle flickered behind him, outlining powerful shoulders, tempting solidness she wanted to test. But an evening of harmless flirtation isn't out of the question. His gaze fixed on her. I'd welcome an evening free of complications. Did he just proposition her?

~ Gina Conkle

The saucy Miss Tottenham slipped the strawberry into her delectable mouth, all the while looking at Cyrus. His thigh muscles tensed inside the velvet prison of his breeches. Hot pleasure shot through his body at the sight of the red berry slipping through her lips. Adding to his misery, a spurt of juice from the tender morsel painted her bottom lip red. He nearly groaned. Tradition named the apple as the fruit of man's downfall, but tonight he'd argue mightily for the dangers of a ripe strawberry on a certain woman's lips.

~ Gina Conkle

I'll kiss your feet if you'd scratch my nose.

~ Sandra Jones

Lulled into complacency, one of the brigands' hands loosened on his arm, and Warren had his chance. Breaking free, he grabbed a handful of Red's braids and tangled his fingers in the silky plaited coils. She cried out, flailing her arms, but he dragged her against him as he fell backward, pulling her down on top of him. The warriors' retaliation was prompt...

~ Sandra Jones

It was so unlikely that she should be there, standing on the far side of the ballroom, and yet there she was. Unlikely Lucy, gleaming, a jade flame burning bright in a sea of mere diamonds. Polished and disheveled at the same time, her fitted, elegant gown contrasted with hair that looked as if it had been precariously arranged and might escape its pins at any moment.

~ Jenny Holiday

Being a pioneering reformer is all fine and good, but it does leave one terribly in want of agood party!

~ Jenny Holiday

It had seemed entirely sensible at the time. A simple way to test the truth of her claim that she had lain with de Villiers. To show her that lying to him was useless. To make a point.Instead, he had ignited a desire that burned him like none he had ever felt before.He had expected Lady Laurien d'Amboise to be a timid little convent mouse. Quiet and passive and pliant. Easily manageable. Instead she was outspoken and strong-willed...and stunning in a way he could not even describe.An innocent beauty caught up in a deadly game that was none of her making....Malcolm rose to leave, chuckling.And what is there to laugh about?Darach gave his jovial friend a dour look.Malcolm stopped just long enough to do his best imitation of Darach. 'Simple. Kidnap one French lass, hold her for a fortnight, and return her to de Villiers after he meets our demands. Perfectly simple.

~ Shelly Thacker